Eye Of Death Novels & Stories

His eyes are downcast as he stalks towards me with his fists clenched, along with the referee, and my heart leaps into my throat at the bloodlust on his scent. Why is there bloodlust on his scent? Is he out here just to murder me? The referee explains everything but I don’t even register the so-called rules because Creed has finally looked at me. A cold shiver shoots up my spine when I notice his eyes and I know right there that this must be what they mean by looking Death in the eye. Creed’s are split; two crimson irises are occupying each eye, but it’s like he’s not even seeing me.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

The same techniqued he uses to those ten notorious men. As the dust of smoke died down, the enemies were still standing but there bodies covered in tiny wounds as their clothes shredded into pieces. But the damage was not major it was only minor ones still E.J made them to cough blood. He knew E.J well. He has many on his sleeves and he could feel he's holding himself to lunged at the nine men. E.J once told him about his past, how he became an assassin in such a young age of seven. He never go into details but he knew, E.J was telling the truth. His mother once talked to him about what he saw on E.J. She said, E.J was the bringer of death. That whenever he went death always follow. She sai

I tried to step around it but got the same result. “It seems that it will not let me go back.” I told Crimson as I turned back to him. He mailed his eyes at the eye. “Should I destroy it?” He had his knife outReady to take these nightmare Eyes out like he had done with all the rest but before you could moveSomething shot out of the eyeAnd buried itself right in his arm. The small knife is really an inch thick and 3 in wide. He reached for the knifeAbout to yank it outOf his arm when another oneShot out at him30 minutes to dodge this one since he was expecting it.

How was any of that my fault? I saw through the front window, his eyes were open. He wasn’t breathing. I could tell by the lifeless pale face of his that he was dead. Earlier.. it must have been a reflection of the light because at this moment, his eyes were completely normal. Normal? They were empty and lifeless but they didn’t seem like silver prosthetics. They were a pale blue with a pupil and a white cornea, just as a normal eye should be. This guy.. I looked the car over, it was an uber. I decide to check the back just in case there was someone else. I would expect my recognition skills to fail me.

Intense. Real. An affliction with no antidote. Because no pain can come equally to what I felt at that moment, how it was all ripped away from me when I saw life ever so slowly leave his eye; nothing can take away the vision of him as he slipped away from me. It doesn't matter which way you slice it, look at it or analyze it. It'll always come up with the same sum... same fact, that he is dead. And the man who killed him is still out there. Still breathing, alive and planning more ruin.

I close my eyes shut and open them. Dora's eyes filled with tears, she slowly kneels in the middle of the road, there was still a little black stain on the ground from the accident, she uses her shaky hands to touch it "I don't want to believe you're the one who's gone". I walk close to her and place my hands on her shoulder "soon everything will be revealed" my eyes suddenly caught something, it was an old man with a homeless look, sited in a small wooden caravan, selling some very cheap fake jewellery.

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

Unknown to them all, Zephyr gave a verdict for the man to be killed for a whole different reason. Meanwhile, Zephyr walked through the castle's corridor until he finally get to his destination, Penelope's room. He turned his gaze towards the window that was quite far from where he was standing but because of one of his special abilities to see things from afar, it felt near. His gaze was on the sun that was slowly taking its rest.

I locked eyes with Heretic, a mixture of defiance and determination burning within me. I watch as the lady whispered something into Heretic ear. " You should thank the lady when you get to life. She suggested two options for your death, " Heretic mockingly said (the guard's laugh) as he brought out his gun and drop it behind a purple liquid substance on the table. "Two options for your death, Mac Allister," he sneered, relishing in my helplessness. "Gun or poison?" His words sent shivers down my spine as I realized the gravity of the situation.